By Jim Hagarty
I like to ask the tough questions. The ones that need to be asked and the ones that need to be answered. Such as why are there no pizza shop drivethroughs? Why? Slices and pop, ready to go. Come on capitalists, entrepreneurs and pizza makers. Thousands of dollars just waiting there for you to grab. And that’s just from one pizza lover who stares back hungry from the mirror every lunch hour. Oh the humanity!
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Author: Jim Hagarty
I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.
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